When I pledged the fraternity of Nu Sigma Phi, Joe was the president. One of the activities of pledging was a scavenger hunt. There was a list of mostly goofy, embarrassing, and awkward things for us to procure in a short amount of time. One of those items was a traffic cone from the Goethals Bridge. It just so happened that I was in possession of one of those traffic cones at the time, and it would be quicker, and safer to use that one rather than have to go to the bridge and stea..,er, pick up another one. How I came to be the owner of this purloined traffic control device is directly attributed to Joe.
When I arrived at Kean College, I knew no one except for my girlfriend. I lived at home, she lived in the dorms. Two of her roommates, belonged to a sorority, and those sorority members where friends with the brothers of Nu Sigma Phi. At the time Joe was the president, and I met him through my girl friends roommates. Joe was a big guy, with a barrel chest, to hold a heart the size of his no doubt, with a quick smile and easy laugh. He was easy to like. Joe also had a not so secret affinity for late night cruises across the New York harbor on the Staten Island Ferry. One night, with little to do, Joe suggested we take a trip, and enjoy the sights from the ferry. Well, it was more of a ‘come on, we’re going to the ferry’ than a suggestion, but it was hard to resist his enthusiasm. So a few of us piled into Joe’s car and drove off into the night. The trip to the ferry, and across the harbor wasn’t the most memorable part of the trip, there were a few other thing that make it stand out all these years later.
There was a place of very low standards on the way home from the ferry, that was known to the Brothers of Nu Sigma Phi. At one time it had a statue of a monster on the roof off the building, but it had fallen over. Except for the legs. Joe decided that this night would be a good time for a visit, and to introduce me to the place, on our way home. So Joe pulls into the parking lot, right under those disembodied legs, up the front door. There was an immediate and negative reaction from the feminine members of our party as Joe opened his car door and said “Well lets go in!”. And being Joe, he was laughing like a maniac as he said it. Needless to say, Joe was indeed just having fun with the girls. We continued on.
Our trip home sent us back over the Goethals Bridge to New Jersey, and here is where things get just a bit darker. As we approached the bridge, there were lots or those orange rubber traffic cones on the road, keeping order to the traffic on the bridge late at night. As we entered on to the bridge, Joe, who was driving remember, slows, then stops his car. What in the world is this guy doing? I wonder. Do I have to get out and push?(Don’t forget this is the car of a college student) In one smooth (and practiced) motion, Joe opens his door, grabs a cone, and toss’s it on to my lap in the back seat! Even though we seemed to be alone, I was expecting to see blue and red lights behind us. Joe, of course, was laughing. Our night ended, and somehow or another, I ended up with the cone in the back seat of my car, and I was the proud owner of an orange traffic cone from the Goethals Bridge, courtesy of Mr. Joseph Festa.
So back to the night of our scavenger hunt. We bring our booty back the brothers for examination. They question if we have the traffic cone from the bridge. Yup, got one right here, and I hold it up. This being an object close to Joe’s heart, he questions its origin, “Wait a minute, HOW do we know it came from the Goethals Bridge?” For this I had a ready answer “Joe, I was with you when you stole it!” I’ll never forget the look on Joe’s face as he said, kind of meekly, “Oh, yeah…..”
I later found out, as I told my other brothers the story of how I got the cone, that I wasn’t Joe’s only accomplice in his quest to corner the traffic-cone-of–ill-repute market. I wonder what his final tally was, and where are they all?
The world was better for having Joe in it, he will be missed.